My tongue worked underneath his cock and I fed on him like a suckling c***d."Fuck yeah... He loves sucking cock.... Oh fuck... Oh fuck...." It was Mar...nie who began to cum at the sight of me sucking off her husband. She was furiously stroking my dick and it was thickening in her hand. Helen moved her head in and began licking my lips and Tim's shaft as it slid in and out of my mouth. He was pumping it deeper and deeper with each thrust."I wanna watch you drink it baby." Helen panted this out.. “Oh, my god! Oh, my god, oh my god, yeah! Oh Fuck Yeah!” I came hard, shuddering and tensing. My breath held, as the powerful orgasm coursed around my body.I didn’t give myself long to recover, before I was back at it. It felt so intense and incredible. Grinding away, like a woman possessed. He sucked on my tits. My hips ground back and forth, before bouncing as fast and as hard as I could on his cock. I moaned my delight, not once managing to be quiet.“Oh no!” I screamed in my joy. I knew I. I don’t think for one moment she would condone what happened in there. I walked in and approached the desk. Miss Beattie looked up. “Oh it’s you, Happy Birthday,” she partly opened a drawer, and then closed it again. As she did, she said, “Its Sandra isn’t it? You won’t need the safety pack then. Go on in, she is waiting for you.” Sandra was evidently a regular; obviously she knew already Sandra didn’t need condoms. Nothing more was said. The big table seated twenty or more people for meetings. She tells me about crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs together during a long meeting. She tells me that she was (and is) dripping wet. As her lips brush against my ear I feel an answering surge of lust from my groin. I squeeze her breast, rubbing my palm across her hardening nipple. She shifts her hips to press more firmly against me, moaning appreciatively. She tells me she shaved her legs and trimmed her bush last night, knowing we were going out tonight. She says she wore her.